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The Causes and Effects of Car Accidents
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One evening, my dad and I were going home from the supermarket. The rain was pouring heavily and the roads were very slippery. It was quiet. The night was very peaceful with just a few cars on the road. My dad turned into a dark road which was surrounded by many trees which made the road very narrow.The road continued unto a long bridge. I looked out of the window and noticed that a lot of cars sped across the bridge. Suddenly, I saw a huge truck coming in our direction; the slippery road had caused the truck to lose its balance. The truck was a very old rickety Benz truck. By the look of the trucks shattered windshield and distorted car frame, one could tell that the truck was very old. The truck driver who was a very old man tried as much as possible to control the steering wheel but could not. The truck kept coming our way.
My dad tried hard to turn away from the truck but our car had inclined to the highest point of the bridge and the truck was coming at its full speed. I began to panic and watched as my dad turned the steering wheel all the way to the end. The s...
As we are on our way towards California our car starts to slow down by itself. We were in the middle of nowhere with no one around, because we are taking a different way. We did not want to wait in traffic. I woke everyone up and told them that our car was out of gas. “How could this happen?” said Catherine, “How have you not noticed?” I did not know how to answer her question. We looked at a map that we had in the car. We started to push it toward the nearest main road. We saw others broken down on the side of the road. They had a flat tire so, we decided to help. In return we were able to get some of their gas that they had. It was already getting dark so we pulled over on the side of the road. We made the tent and fell asleep. Catherine asked, “Will we make it out of this?” I replied, “ We will found out
I climbed upstairs, seething with a rage mixed with adolescent hormones and self pity. I reached my bedroom, threw back the drapes, approached the window from where the air conditioner was perched and jerked open the window. To my horror, the air conditioner tumbled backwards out the window, end over end and landed squarely on the roof of my fathers two day old Buick. The Buick roof crumpled like a piece of paper. Meanwhile, the air conditioner had bounced off the car and landed sharply on our paved driveway. The whole incident took no more than a few seconds and yet my mind played it back in horrific, slow motion. I surveyed the scene. My dad's Buick looked like somebody had taken a sledge hammer and swung a lethal blow to its middle. The air conditioner lay in a heap of scrap metal beside the car.
As I stood next to the goat pen, I noticed my dad in his grey pickup sped into our driveway. His vehicle being followed by several others with flashing lights, although the last vehicle scared me the most. It was an ambulance. I remember being so scared I couldn't move at all, I was speechless. When I
“August 2000, our family of six was on the way to a wedding. It was a rainy day, and Gregg was not familiar with the area. The car hit standing water in the high-way, and started hydro-planing. Greg lost control of the car. Then, the car went backwards down into a ditch and started sliding on its wheels sideways. After sliding for 100 feet or so, the car flipped, at least once. After flipping, the car came to rest on its wheels, and the passenger window broke out.
Caytie and I grabbed the bulky helmets from the garage and we pulled on thick goggles. I grabbed the handlebars and pulled off into the darkness, the headlight bouncing in front of us. We took a few laps around the yard, swapping passengers every couple of laps. That’s when my Dad came back out again. As we pulled up, I could already hear him trying to convince Caytie to drive the snowmobile. Caytie looked like a bobble head, shaking her head “no” so much you would’ve thought it would fall off. As Maddie and I removed ourselves from the snowmobile, we joined in, trying to talk her into driving the machine. Finally, she caved, with a long drawn out, “Fine!” That’s all my Dad
Logan was on his way home from an evening at the local bar. He and some friends had gone out to have a couple beers. As he sped down the road, he blinked vigorously to try to clear his vision. Although it was a perfectly clear summer night, Logan’s vision was blurred from the alcohol. “As long as I keep this car on my side of the road, I’ll be fine,” he thought to himself. He was doing a decent job of obtaining control over the vehicle, or so he thought. Only three miles from his country home, he became unaware of his position on the road as it began to curve. As he continued around the familiar curve in the road, a truck came out of nowhere at hit Logan’s small Toyota Camry head on. The big F-350 pickup truck was no comparison to the little
When my dad was eighteen years old he went into the military, and was stationed overseas in Europe. One night, after having a few drinks with his friends and his commanding officer, he had to drive his commanding officer back to the base because he was not in a fit state to drive. It was late at night, very dark, and my dad didn’t really know where he was going. This resulted in my dad driving, and his commanding officer giving him directions. My dad was not 100% confident in his directions, but it was his commanding officer and you do what they say to do, when they say to do it. The man gave him a wrong direction, and it ended with them both toppling over a cliff and flipping the vehicle multiple times. Initially my Dad only
With music blasting, voices singing and talking, it was another typical ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated departure, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our destination. This road is about three miles long and filled with little hills. As we broke the top of one of the small, blind hills in the middle of the right lane was a dead deer. Without any thought, purely by instinct I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth with its side. My body jolted with the sporadic movements of the car. The car swerved to the right for the last time. With my eyes sealed tight, I could feel my body float off the seat of the car.
The pick-up bounced jarringly down the old dirt road. The driver sat up straight in the front seat, checking over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure that her cargo hadn't fallen out.
Traumatic events come in many different ways at many different times of ones life. Mine came on the school bus while I was on my way home from school. The bus had stopped to let a couple kids off and I stood up to throw some trash away. I stood up we were rear ended by a young lady who had been trying to get a bee out of the car and not realized the bus had stopped. I was standing up and the impact caused me to bang into the seat in front of me and the one behind me. I didn’t realize what had happened until moments later when someone said something. As I began to sit down I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body and my heart started to beat rapidly.
I had driven home this way a thousand times before, but today would be different. The misty rain made the road slick as I steered the car through the slow, wide curve. It may have been the setting sun in my eyes, but it was probably a combination of the loud song on the radio and the slight yawn that escaped from my mouth. Regardless, a momentary distraction was all it took as the tires hit the damp gravel. The wet rubber and slick stones triggered the car to slide off the road to the right. In a panic, I jerked the wheel to the left, over-correcting the slide. Swerving across oncoming traffic, my car jumped over the drainage ditch and smashed down into a neighbor’s front yard. Continuing its dangerous journey, the car destroyed a lamp
My eyes were deteriorating fast since I started using Tumblr. Driving to school past the park I came to terms it was autumn my favourite season: Trees almost naked with every branch bare, hearing the sound of rustling when people stomping through a crowd of crunchy leaves, though when the wind breathes it accelerates a leafy tornado swirling in a circular motion, smelling a fresh batch of rain from minutes ago and seeing the glistening as the biggest star made I admired. I use to walk to school every morning before my mum left us. Dropping Kaylee off at school I took a right turn where Jessica insisted to meet by the cascade fountain. I parked and by squinting my eyes I could already see she was dressed impressively kooky today. A jacket duplicating the print of a burgundy floral couch, vintage purple satin blouse with J’s scattered all over in different colours, an eagle bolo tie, the stripy snazzy saffron skirt, suede slip on shoes and to compliment her rouge knitting glasses someone had gifted. She ran to me.
Last year I got involved in a massive car accident. It was the most terrified part of life. It was the moment. I will never forget in my whole life. Before, I never realized how people really feel when a car accident happens.But,after this car accident I know what really it felt like. It was the moment. My mind was totally feared of driving. I was crushed by the hot metal and cold dirt of car. I was not feeling my arm,my body was numbed.It was felt like my lower body pressed down with monster force. All I could feel was the noise of car accident ringing in my ear.I was barely able to move my body. I was kept thinking. What my parents going to think about this? Where is my friend John? I looked through the window and saw the cars passing by
I was too scared. I never wanted to drive again. Just the thought of being behind the wheel made me nauseous. But as time went on, I began to realize that I had to get back out there. If I kept putting it off, I would have never driven again and my family felt the same way. So I started back slowly. I would drive to the store or to my friend’s house and then gradually, I began to start driving normally again. That experience has definitely changed my life forever. It has made me a safer driver who always looks twice and pays attention. I never want to experience anything like that again and I will do everything in my power to make sure I do not. I also do not take my days for granted anymore because, I never know when one will be my last. That afternoon still haunts me to this day. It has now been almost two years since then and I still have yet to drive under that same underpass. It still terrifies me to think about it. But, no matter how awful that day was, I know it had to happen. It changed me, not only as a driver, but also as a
Accidents happen all the time whether we know it or not. Some could possibly be avoided and others may not. I was a young girl, who didn’t truly grasp the concept of life and death. Every time I was upset about something, I would think about ending my own life. However, through one horrifying incident, that silly thought of mine completely vanished. Thanks to that specific mishap, the way I perceived life and death has in turn, changed entirely anew.